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I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

March 28th, 2005 - Monday

Pauline introduced me to that beautiful verse of this entry’s title many months ago. It is the beginning of William Wordsworth’s poem called Daffodils that was written in 1804. I had not thought about it much, until today.

I was sitting in the living room blog hopping and listening to Kenny Rogers. A steady stream of cool wind was blowing in through the bedroom window. I strained my neck to peek out from where I was and caught glimpses of clouds. Grey and white and many hues in between were splashed across the sky. Rain is imminent as has been for the past week.

Throughout the day, the sun had been shrouded. An air of gloominess pervaded. This exacerbated the sense of lonesomeness that has been lingering for the past few days. Then they are some issues that I need to address with some urgency but am unable to. All those weighed me down to such an extent I felt burdened beyond my abilities. I was depressed and I did not know what to do.

And I thought about the clouds, lonely as they were, the wind would eventually lead them to another billowy mass to form an even bigger one. That reminded me of this poem and I went looking for it and read it, not once, but again and again until I could actually see those golden blooms swaying in waves and waves under the breath of the gentle breeze that swept across the field.

For a while, the load seemed to have been lifted off me as I stood there in the middle of the wide expanse, feeling the zephyr caressing my cheeks. My hair wafted as merrily as the dancing daffodils. I let it be, making no effort to restrain them. In that field, I was void of worries and enjoying the pleasures of the moment.

I closed my eyes. A smile crossed my face. The simple pleasure of reading such an uplifting poem did wonders. Those words, they reached out and coloured an otherwise gloomy day – the brilliance of an English poet who composed it two centuries ago. Today, those imageries that so inspired Wordsworth are still alive and spreading cheer. My heart was full of happiness again.

The Daffodils
By William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.



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8 Responses to “I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud”

  1. Marita Paige says:

    Hi Peter, feel better soon. I’m keeping you in my thoughts and prayers. Am trying to post nice pictures of NY for you, but until I get access to our office network here in NY, it’ll just have to wait.

    The weather here is rainy and not too cold. The place where I’m staying for these first few days is in Westchester County, sort of north of the Bronx area, and it’s a beautiful place. The trees are barren and look lonely, but beautiful.

    Take care of yourself. I’ll chat to you soon.

  2. Peter says:

    Marita,
    Just to let you know: As you were typing this comment, an earthquake was rattling this region. I see that you have a lot of photo opportunities there. Yes, I am looking forward to some nice photos. You take care too.

  3. Bkworm says:

    Peter,
    This is one of my favourite poem.First read it when I was in primary school and I’ve never forgotten it.

  4. Mary says:

    Hello Peter. Enjoyed reading about who and where you are so much. I think of our globe and all the people around the world and here we are !!! Able to communicate around the world. How wonderful. I am a grandmother in St. Louis Missouri in the USA and have never gone anywhere so it is wonderful to be able to read your feelings and experiences. Blessings to you on this Tuesday. Thank you.

  5. Peter says:

    Bkworm,
    This is a very sweet and simple poem that uplifts. I must thank Pauline for introducing it to me.

    Mary,
    The Internet has shrunk distance. Truly the world never sleeps anymore. I am glad you enjoyed the stories of my life. God bless.

  6. ROBERT COLBURN says:

    I AM A GREAT GRANDFATHER AND I LIVE IN NEVADA USA.I HAVE BEEN AROUND THE WORLD A LOT..I EVEN FLEW 30 MISSIONS IN A B17 BOMBER OVER GERMANY IN WORLD WAR 2. BUT I HAVE NEVER SEEN A FIELD OF DAFFODILS. I WOULD LIKE TO.

  7. Peter says:

    Robert,
    Here is hoping that you will see a golden field of dancing daffodils. God bless.

  8. divya.g says:

    hello Peter, Namaste! it’s been a pleasure to know about people across the world and also about their experiences. How are u? Your article translated your experience well. I am a P.G student living at Trivandrum, Kerala…(India)awaiting my viva voce examination.Now I have to prepare a lecture on this beautiful poem. pray for me and all my friends. And Peter, bye and take care.